"My deathly pale knuckles,rested on my chest.
Do you know what's missing, for they made it into a quest.
I remember what happened, my best friend awaits.
But all I saw was her body pierced through her fence.
Her guardian, weak and mangled breaths, showing her muscles that did not rest.
Salt particles buried on the ground.
She is lucky, for I have seen worst in this tiny Town.
I peered through my window due to lack of sleep.
I did not expect, the wind barrier blew toward me, she jumped, with widened arms.
Stretched across her face a smile worth of millions.
But destroyed when her body splattered on the cement.
Oh no, that wasn't the worst.
The blood that sprinkled around, pooled down like a funnel.
My eyes, glued on the scene, but she was staring straight at me.
Pools so empty, not ideal.
The words she whispered swimming past my ear.
For she said, do not miss me, my dear.
Heart beat and pulse, never found through the light beam.
The next day, I awoke, all of it happened to be another sick dream."
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Poetry"She held on to the thorn knowing it would prick her, and grabbed on to it's roots knowing she would fall, but the hope that flickered in her eyes always seem to shimmer, nothing demolished it at all, she carved her art on the canvas and set the li...
